Behind The School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Teeter-totters behind the school and stewardesses
In the sky:
Reckless drivers newly busted underground,
And beneath them, conquistadors whose patinas
Bleed into a bed of restless
Indians,
And the still grinning sabers of cats:
And above that the universe, bright and spinning like
A firework that is still going off
Over all of those highways going back and forth
Between two seas,
Who are making their own rounds, great washing
Machines
And carnival rides with so many fish-
With Jupiter and Saturn in matrimony above and
All of their uncountable satellites of frozen
Seas and volcanoes
Wedding guests- but no where between them
And us a unicorn-
The imaginary creature, like our love, like
A turtle without a shell cannot exist in this world
Where both you and I are both separate and
Both real.